December 3, 2001
The low rumble of the big chopper froze me, my heart suddenly pounding wildly. The deep, slow thunka-thunka-thunka sound of the military grade choppers -- not the little bubble frame copters -- still makes me duck, freeze. In Bonn, they were constantly overhead. In The City, the sound is swallowed by the cacophony of the concrete jungle. I rarely heard them on The Island until September. How did I acquire this reaction? News footage from Vietnam, the first use of the big choppers? I have no memories of protests or young men dying, but to me this sound means death incarnate.